Years rush by. Memory recedes. I’ve always remembered the anniversary of that terrible day, but this year I was preoccupied with the Saturday off the week before, the spider bite, Don Williams’s and John Cooke’s deaths, Number Two Son Nathan’s family coming over to spend a week or two while the house they just purchased undergoes repair, and other ongoing minutia.

Which of course is as it should be, but I regret for the first Saturday-close-to-the-anniversary not playing Alan Jackson’s memorable lament, “Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning?” Maybe next week, but now in recompense:

It was not the beginning of The Long War against the Islamists, but the day it broke into our national consciousness in an awful way. Just remember: it’s not over. /CL